Poems from fletcheryork
Scraped from the wombs
Of a broken child
Screams united with
The new and the old
Fresh fists clenched
Power born
A Girl
As told by doctors...
I stand upon its banks
A great rushing giant, never ending
Its roar deafens me, Its size baffles me
I take a step closer
The pebbles dig...
I am Fletcher
Pronounced, FL-ETCH-UR, rhymes with stretcher, something I chose for myself
I am a Boy
Despite what my parents or my body...